Verity's Triumph

Verity's Triumph

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The sought after heiress of the biggest news media company in the country has gone wild. She doesn't want any hand-me-down success from her parents and wants to start her own. Until, someone from her past wants her company, she doesn't want the company but she also doesn't want the company on his hands. She knows for sure he would only use it to manipulate people. A user, as she engraved her soul attached with his name. Will she realize how important everything is before or after it's gone. Would lies, deception, and betrayal triumph against the verity.
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Vivian was the quiet girl no one noticed-but he did. She fell for Nicholas the first time she saw him. And from that moment, no one else stood a chance. But she never spoke first. Never stepped forward. All she did was pray that fate would bring them closer... When she found out they lived in the same neighborhood, she thought it was destiny. But he was just as quiet as she was-more of an observer than a talker. Still, the only one he ever spoke to in college... was her. He was golden. Athletic. Untouchable. Everything she thought she'd never deserve-not when all the skinny girls hovered around him while she carried curves like a goddess and doubt like a shield. Then one day, he stopped coming to class. No warning. No explanation. Just a vanishing presence. Until he showed up-fragile, burning, and broken-outside her building. And cried in front of her like no one else ever had. From that night on, everything changed. Fiery glances. Fiercer conversations. And a slow, aching burn neither of them could ignore. This isn't a story about a loud love. It's about the kind that brews quietly in the background-until it ignites.

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